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i am subletting a studio apartment in Beverly Hills from a 50ish year old man who owns his own hot sauce business. even though he seemed perfectly nice and the apt is fine, albeit a little hippie-ish and dude-y, these are the thoughts that ran through my mind from 11:30p-3:30am

1. is the man in the closet waiting to kill me? lets check. twice. 

2. if he's not in the closet, he has a set of keys so is he going to come back to the apt and kill me?!?!! probably. 

3. this heater is old and gas based. what if there is a gas leak in the apt? are my lips cherry red? do I have a headache? 

4. oh man, I'm starting to get a headache. is it the gas? or do I have an anuerism. 

5. I feel dizzy. gas leak!!!! 

6. does this mattress have bedbugs? I think I'm itchy. 

7. ugh, it's 3am. do I have to pee? I don't want to pee. oh great, now I really have to pee.

8. I'm going to be so tired tomorrow.

i may have issues. viva 2014. 

xo,

meags